"What, continue the race? Easier said than done!" The Erosion King glared angrily, suddenly slamming the armrest of his chair:
"How many of our people can the Blue World accommodate, and how many resources can it offer for our consumption? If we escape to the Blue World, how many citizens will we have to abandon? Should we completely abandon the war development model our ancestors set for us and walk into extinction in the quagmire? Have you considered the next generation?"
Listening to their disputes, the Fungus King shook his head slightly, his face full of sorrow:
"But if we don't flee, the whole race will be annihilated, then not a single citizen will be left. Choosing to escape to the Blue World means we can only preserve the elite, leaving a seed for the race, waiting for a future day to find an opportunity to search for a new world and set sail again."
At this moment, the Soul King, who suggested fleeing to the Monster World, continued to speak:
